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Levi Fleming

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Levi Fleming has never told a lie. He is definitely an adult person and not two children in a trench coat. He sets his own bed time and no one tells him no when he wants to eat birthday cake for breakfast and he can buy all the toys he wants, mom.

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Matthew Perpetua @fluxblog.bsky.social · 08/10/2026
my master list of playlists laying out a history of alternative rock has expanded again, now up to 47 fluxblog.substack.com/p/fluxblog-4...
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Fluxblog 493: a history of alternative music in 47 playlists
My ongoing project of exploring this history, covering 1965-2019
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 08/10/2026
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The book creaked, stiffness in the leather skin of it complaining of disturbed rest. The rind of dust and soil that had built on its pages crumbled and fell away to the ground as each stiff and brittle page was turned. The ink had faded to illegibility, the thoughts recorded as lost as the names of those who recorded them, but pressed between them, dry and preserved, she found the leaves she was told were there, impressed in the dead book like silt-buried fossils.
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 08/10/2026
I'm kinda surprised to hear you say that given how many tarot decks you've designed. It can't be the specificity in the prompts that bugs you. Is it the time limit?
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 08/10/2026
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The book creaked, stiffness in the leather skin of it complaining of disturbed rest. The rind of dust and soil that had built on its pages crumbled and fell away to the ground as each stiff and brittle page was turned. The ink had faded to illegibility, the thoughts recorded as lost as the names of those who recorded them, but pressed between them, dry and preserved, she found the leaves she was told were there, impressed in the dead book like silt-buried fossils.
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The Fig Economy @figgityfigs.bsky.social · 07/10/2026
Sometimes my wife and I like to send each other text messages as though they’re democratic fundraising messages, and I believe she has produced the jewel of the form.
, it's
and I
have some personal news to share with you.
Being a mom is one of the greatest joys of my life, and I feel deeply that we should have salad tonight
This year has been challenging in many ways, and I have immense gratitude for the kindness and support of family, community, and people like you who have continued to stand by me through everything. It means the world, and I wanted you to be among the first to know that squash is in the oven and kale is in the fridge.As many of you are aware, ve been navigating one of the most challenging periods of my day while waiting for dinner.
Facing baseless federal hunger brought on by not eating since lunch, fighting for the working kids of this country, and now caring for a mean toddler and helping him grow up in a world that isn't always easy. But it has also reminded me exactly why I do this work and who I do it for.
I will never stop working to eat dinner. I will never stop fighting for what is right, even when there is also some feta in the fridge. And I will never stop being so very thankful that you are by my side in this important work and that there is tahini in the pantry for dressing
With love and gratitude,
stop to end
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 07/10/2026
Provenance: Johnny Walker Red contest ad from 1981
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 06/10/2026
I don't know if I can give you a specific suggestion, but your 'place' series tend to be the ones I enjoy and discover from most. So more of those, please, but I don't have a 'place' in mind.
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 05/10/2026
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She’d gathered up the cables draping from the access port in her head and gently twisted them into a knot above their ingress, plastic and rubber and copper facsimile of a ropey coiffure. She lit a gasper and let it burn dangling from her lips like a stick of acrid incense to cover the smell of adhesives and plasticizers coming from her newly manufactured parts. Updates and diagnostics trickled over her brain. There was nothing to do while this happened. Just hold the moment in stillness while the body repaired. She’d once heard Le Chevre talk about the fine ladies he used to know taking a spa day. She’d never been, but she imagined this was close.
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 05/10/2026
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She’d gathered up the cables draping from the access port in her head and gently twisted them into a knot above their ingress, plastic and rubber and copper facsimile of a ropey coiffure. She lit a gasper and let it burn dangling from her lips like a stick of acrid incense to cover the smell of adhesives and plasticizers coming from her newly manufactured parts. Updates and diagnostics trickled over her brain. There was nothing to do while this happened. Just hold the moment in stillness while the body repaired. She’d once heard Le Chevre talk about the fine ladies he used to know taking a spa day. She’d never been, but she imagined this was close.
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 04/10/2026
No lost or obscure tracks this time. This one's the full list.
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 01/10/2026
Project Ranwin 65 music.apple.com/us/playlist/...
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Project Ranwin 65 by Levi Fleming-Huck on Apple Music
Playlist · 22 Songs
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 01/10/2026
Project Ranwin 65 music.apple.com/us/playlist/...
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Project Ranwin 65 by Levi Fleming-Huck on Apple Music
Playlist · 22 Songs
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 30/09/2026
Provenance: from Thanks for the Money by Joel McHale
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
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It was unworldly, the smell coming off them. The bags had been built well, tough stitching, heavy canvas, but they reeked like they’d been stored in a basement where some mad scientist was running breeding experiments to create a strain of dank that could beat Superman. After a few washings in hot water and some liberal application of Febreeze the stank was finally conquered. Keep trying, Dr. Mold. You’ll get him yet.
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
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It was unworldly, the smell coming off them. The bags had been built well, tough stitching, heavy canvas, but they reeked like they’d been stored in a basement where some mad scientist was running breeding experiments to create a strain of dank that could beat Superman. After a few washings in hot water and some liberal application of Febreeze the stank was finally conquered. Keep trying, Dr. Mold. You’ll get him yet.
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 26/09/2026
Provenance: Ad page from 1960 issue of Playboy Magazine
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 23/09/2026
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Beneath her it thrummed its combustion heartbeat, metal flesh of it rattling in its rivets like an anxious animal. They will be here soon and she will be ready and the beast she piloted will be given the release it wants until all are satisfied.
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 23/09/2026
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Beneath her it thrummed its combustion heartbeat, metal flesh of it rattling in its rivets like an anxious animal. They will be here soon and she will be ready and the beast she piloted will be given the release it wants until all are satisfied.
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 21/09/2026
Provenance: 1982 JC Penny ad for a stereo system
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 19/09/2026
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A rind of salt had grown on the timber pilings of the beach house. It was full of furniture and dishes and linens, all waiting to welcome the people who would not come. They had moved out by way of abandonment, leaving the house to soak in seawater unattended. Darkening wood cladding under the tenancy of the tide that had moved in.
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 19/09/2026
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A rind of salt had grown on the timber pilings of the beach house. It was full of furniture and dishes and linens, all waiting to welcome the people who would not come. They had moved out by way of abandonment, leaving the house to soak in seawater unattended. Darkening wood cladding under the tenancy of the tide that had moved in.
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 17/09/2026
I am often happy to find out that a show I'd like to go to has been sold out because it means that the acts I like are doing well and I don't have to actually go through the ordeal of attendance.
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 15/09/2026
Provenance: an interstitial page from David Mack’s Kabuki: The Alchemy
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 12/09/2026
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It stood in the yellow beaten-down grass wearing the shape of a man. Invisible under the suit’s layers, something pupated within. Growing and burning and metamorphosing the contents, contained within the armor that had meant to keep it out. At once the stillness shattered and the helmet came off with the grown thing erupting, yellow and orange, like a fungal gout of flame where the man’s head had been, black spores rising in a plume above.
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 12/09/2026
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It stood in the yellow beaten-down grass wearing the shape of a man. Invisible under the suit’s layers, something pupated within. Growing and burning and metamorphosing the contents, contained within the armor that had meant to keep it out. At once the stillness shattered and the helmet came off with the grown thing erupting, yellow and orange, like a fungal gout of flame where the man’s head had been, black spores rising in a plume above.
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 08/09/2026
Provenance: from the May 1898 issue of National Geographic
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 31/08/2026
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She lingered and admired her dim reflection in the reflective gloss of the vending machine. Lips peeled back, she checked her shiny dental implant, each day as if for the first time, as if she had not performed this same ritual half a dozen times a day each day since she got it. Each time it went the same way: she started, mouth open, as though searching for some bit of food caught in the gaps, or some blemish in the surface of her lustrous chrome teeth. Then when none was found, she ran the meat of her tongue against the edges and surfaces of both rows, stopping to dance on the tips of the fangs she had specified in her order. Then lastly a false, grim, rictus grin that melted genuine. Inspection became admiration, and she couldn’t help but smile back at the pretty girl with the shiny silver teeth flirting with her from the other side of the machine’s plastic surface.
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 06/09/2026
Track 13: Johnny Mercer - Tallahassee www.youtube.com/watch?v=E-8g...
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Tallahassee
YouTube video by Johnny Mercer - Topic
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 04/09/2026
Track 2: Jess Williamson - Blood Song www.youtube.com/watch?v=eS0Z...
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Blood Song
YouTube video by Jess Williamson - Topic
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 03/09/2026
Missing tracks: Track 2: Jess Williamson - Blood Song Track 13: Johnny Mercer - Talahassee
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 03/09/2026
Project Ranwin 64 music.apple.com/us/playlist/...
music.apple.com
Project Ranwin 64 by Levi Fleming-Huck on Apple Music
Playlist · 19 Songs
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 31/08/2026
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She lingered and admired her dim reflection in the reflective gloss of the vending machine. Lips peeled back, she checked her shiny dental implant, each day as if for the first time, as if she had not performed this same ritual half a dozen times a day each day since she got it. Each time it went the same way: she started, mouth open, as though searching for some bit of food caught in the gaps, or some blemish in the surface of her lustrous chrome teeth. Then when none was found, she ran the meat of her tongue against the edges and surfaces of both rows, stopping to dance on the tips of the fangs she had specified in her order. Then lastly a false, grim, rictus grin that melted genuine. Inspection became admiration, and she couldn’t help but smile back at the pretty girl with the shiny silver teeth flirting with her from the other side of the machine’s plastic surface.
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 30/08/2026
Provenance: from the March 2012 issue of National Geographic
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 28/08/2026
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Somewhere distant in the night the fireworks went off. Celebrations of some unknown thing far away and flashing lost in the cloudcover, making no dent in the blackness. For him it was no sign of joy, just the percussive echo of it like the work of hammers on stone. Penitent works, unseen in the dark.
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 28/08/2026
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Somewhere distant in the night the fireworks went off. Celebrations of some unknown thing far away and flashing lost in the cloudcover, making no dent in the blackness. For him it was no sign of joy, just the percussive echo of it like the work of hammers on stone. Penitent works, unseen in the dark.
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Russ McSpadden @peccarynotpig.bsky.social · 26/08/2026
BREAKING: Armed and masked agents of the U.S. government have invaded the sovereign Tohono O'odham Nation.
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 24/08/2026
Provenance: Minneapolis shot by photographer Murphy Byrne murphshoots.com
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 22/08/2026
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Most of the world had gone grey and still. Snow fell, windless and glittering and diffused all the light that remained in the world into the opacifying air. It drank up all sound and brought limits close. Footsteps crunched at the volume of cannocannonnfire, but could not be heard beyond a few paces. It was perfect for the work to be done required solitude. No one to witness.
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 22/08/2026
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Most of the world had gone grey and still. Snow fell, windless and glittering and diffused all the light that remained in the world into the opacifying air. It drank up all sound and brought limits close. Footsteps crunched at the volume of cannocannonnfire, but could not be heard beyond a few paces. It was perfect for the work to be done required solitude. No one to witness.
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 21/08/2026
Provenance: From the July 1978 issue of National Geographic
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 16/08/2026
She clicked her teeth while she stared at the ad, waiting for it to finish. Her patience was the coin necessary to proceed, and the seconds demanded were not too dear a price for her to endure the description of some ephemeral service she neither required nor desired. The description came without explanation. There had been a time when she assumed that she lacked the sophistication for such things, that the services so advertised were meant for an audience of the knowing who could make use of them and that she was too poor or uneducated for it. It was clear now that these services were traps, attempts to persuade the persuadable to consent to predation. “Walk into my casino and deposit all your money here,” they said.
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 16/08/2026
She clicked her teeth while she stared at the ad, waiting for it to finish. Her patience was the coin necessary to proceed, and the seconds demanded were not too dear a price for her to endure the description of some ephemeral service she neither required nor desired. The description came without explanation. There had been a time when she assumed that she lacked the sophistication for such things, that the services so advertised were meant for an audience of the knowing who could make use of them and that she was too poor or uneducated for it. It was clear now that these services were traps, attempts to persuade the persuadable to consent to predation. “Walk into my casino and deposit all your money here,” they said.
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 15/08/2026
Introduce yourself as what almost killed you. Hi, I'm a van full of buddhist monks.
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 15/08/2026
Provenance: painting by Leroy Neiman
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 13/08/2026
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All his life he ate what he’d been fed. Through diligent study he’d discerned the most virtuous practices and held his pride within him that his life was without moral failing. There were other choices he could have made, but he navigated between them as stones of lesser harms on his life’s river, unimpeded and free flowing. He had seen others ruin themselves there, watched them make lesser choices and their infirmities were their reward for their moral failures.
He performed his daily exercises, both strength training and cardio, he ate only the finest, purest, most simple unadulterated foods. He fastidiously rested and slept, drifting when his body said to drift and pushing when it needed to push. 
But it happened to him anyway. Small, incidental wounds on his skin took longer to heal. His joints made themselves known in quiet ways they had not before. The lines between rest and wakefulness blurred until the day was no longer so discrete, but a gradation. One day he woke to a pain in his ankle and it was not alarming. It had happened before and he prescribed himself rest until it healed and no longer hurt as he had before. But that day never came. Pain was just something his ankle did now. Neither rest nor diet nor exercise remedied it. Doctors simply recommended that he take pills, anti-inflammatories, but he knew better that this was only a mask, a cope, some way to live with the pain. He had done nothing wrong, he had lived a virtuous life, and his body betrayed him.
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 13/08/2026
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All his life he ate what he’d been fed. Through diligent study he’d discerned the most virtuous practices and held his pride within him that his life was without moral failing. There were other choices he could have made, but he navigated between them as stones of lesser harms on his life’s river, unimpeded and free flowing. He had seen others ruin themselves there, watched them make lesser choices and their infirmities were their reward for their moral failures.
He performed his daily exercises, both strength training and cardio, he ate only the finest, purest, most simple unadulterated foods. He fastidiously rested and slept, drifting when his body said to drift and pushing when it needed to push. 
But it happened to him anyway. Small, incidental wounds on his skin took longer to heal. His joints made themselves known in quiet ways they had not before. The lines between rest and wakefulness blurred until the day was no longer so discrete, but a gradation. One day he woke to a pain in his ankle and it was not alarming. It had happened before and he prescribed himself rest until it healed and no longer hurt as he had before. But that day never came. Pain was just something his ankle did now. Neither rest nor diet nor exercise remedied it. Doctors simply recommended that he take pills, anti-inflammatories, but he knew better that this was only a mask, a cope, some way to live with the pain. He had done nothing wrong, he had lived a virtuous life, and his body betrayed him.
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 10/08/2026
Provenance: a page from the NYC edition of TV Guide’s 5/20/1995 issue.
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 08/08/2026
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My sharpest memory of sex ed was the very beginning of it. The boys and girls were separated to receive their own lectures. I don't know how the girls' lecture went, but the boys were treated to the following:
A greying man stood in front of the classroom. None of us really knew who he was, except that he was the guidance counselor. I don't now remember his name, but I think it began with a Z, or maybe his name was "Zhe" or something. Whatever, he was basically a total stranger is the point. Class had started and uncharacteristically, the room full of boys was silent waiting for it to begin. He held that silence for a few moments, then began his lecture:
"PENIS! PENIS! PENIS! PENIS! VAGINA! VAGINA! VAGINA! VAGINA!" he shouted in that blood-freezing dad-found-his-expensive-electronics-broken-and-he-knows-you-did-it voice, then was silent again, waiting for a reaction from us that did not come.
The idea was, as he went on to explain, that we would need the maturity to not laugh at those words. We didn't on that day. But as an adult when I look back on it, a complete stranger yelling "PENIS" and "VAGINA" at a room full of children like he was accusing them of crimes is objectively hilarious.
I never thought to ask any of the girls if they faced the Spanish Inquisition on their side.
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 08/08/2026
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My sharpest memory of sex ed was the very beginning of it. The boys and girls were separated to receive their own lectures. I don't know how the girls' lecture went, but the boys were treated to the following:
A greying man stood in front of the classroom. None of us really knew who he was, except that he was the guidance counselor. I don't now remember his name, but I think it began with a Z, or maybe his name was "Zhe" or something. Whatever, he was basically a total stranger is the point. Class had started and uncharacteristically, the room full of boys was silent waiting for it to begin. He held that silence for a few moments, then began his lecture:
"PENIS! PENIS! PENIS! PENIS! VAGINA! VAGINA! VAGINA! VAGINA!" he shouted in that blood-freezing dad-found-his-expensive-electronics-broken-and-he-knows-you-did-it voice, then was silent again, waiting for a reaction from us that did not come.
The idea was, as he went on to explain, that we would need the maturity to not laugh at those words. We didn't on that day. But as an adult when I look back on it, a complete stranger yelling "PENIS" and "VAGINA" at a room full of children like he was accusing them of crimes is objectively hilarious.
I never thought to ask any of the girls if they faced the Spanish Inquisition on their side.
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Levi Fleming @leadpipe.bsky.social · 07/08/2026
Provenance: US Army recruitment ad from 1989
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